Never fall in love with an only child, because they are comfortable with silence. At times, they prefer it. They will not fill in the gaps during conversation when you are out at dinner. They will not say something, just to hear themselves speak. They will embrace the quiet. They will find comfort in it.

Never fall in love with an only child, because it will take a long while to discover who they really are. They keep their guard up, they keep their walls high. They are private people. They don’t spill their secrets to anyone who will listen. You have to earn their trust before they will open up to you.

Never fall in love with an only child, because they are not used to sharing their space. They will not reach over to cuddle with you in the middle of the night or kiss you passionately in front of strangers. They will struggle to express their feelings for you at first, because they are used to keeping their emotions inside. They are used to acting like they have it together, like locking eyes with you doesn’t cause them to fall apart.

Never fall in love with an only child, because they pride themselves on their independence. They are pleased that they made something of themselves all on their own — that they earned a degree on their own, found an apartment their own, learned how to cook on their own. They won’t want your help, because they aren’t used to working as a team. They are used to earning their own way. They are used to fighting for themselves.

Never fall in love with an only child, because they are selfish. Before making any decision, they figure out what is best for them and then go through with it. They will always put their feelings first, because they were taught that their hopes and dreams matter. They were taught that the deserve whatever they want. And they were taught to only rely on themselves to get it.

Never fall in love with an only child, because you will never find anyone else quite like them. Never fall in love with an only child, because if you lose them, you won’t know what to do.

Only children grew up acting like adults, even when they were young. That’s what caused them to turn into such mature, respectful men and women.

They will never name call during an argument or use your stuff without asking you first. They will never take advantage of your time or talk down to you like a child. They will never purposely bring you pain.

And since they never had any siblings, they created their own little family. They call their best friends their brothers and sisters. They call close family friends their aunts and uncles. They believe that a connection is more important than blood.

So, once they decide that you are worth keeping around, they will consider you more than a boyfriend or girlfriend. They will consider you family, too.

A haunting collection of creepy poetry with a beautiful glow-in-the-dark cover, poetry lovers are bound to love this collection written by Holly Riordan. Centered on love, heartbreak, and loss with a candidly morbid twist, Severe(d) is as fun to read as it is to watch glow in the dark!

“This book just arrived and I already read it on my way back home and loved it, some poems even made me tear up, some were too relatable, some made me angry, this was exactly what I needed at this moment. Also, it has cute art all over the book 💀 and the cover GLOWS IN THE DARK! This is one badass book! ❤”—Amelia

“I adored this little book. The collection is very haunting, but anyone who has felt those overwhelming anxieties about life/relationships/waking up in the morning when all you want to do is sleep can find some relation to these poems. Wonderful.”—Shannon

This is for the women who are first to get naked, howl at the moon and jump into the sea. This is for the women who seek relentless joy; the ones who know how to laugh with their whole souls. The women who speak to strangers because they have no fear in their hearts. This is for the women who drink coffee at midnight and wine in the morning, and dare you to question it. This is for the women who throw down what they love, and don’t waste time following society’s pressures to exist behind a white picket fence. The women who create wildly, unbalanced, ferociously and in a blur at times. This — is for you.

“When Janne has a new poem written, I shut my life down to do nothing but read it, and then when I turn my life back on, everything is better.” — James Altucher